"Shun! Oh my god you're alive! I heard from this lad that he saw you and I didn't believe him. Shun where are you? Come back home." As he spoke I felt like I shouldn't have called, I had an over whelming urge to hang up on him; but I couldn't.

"I-I can't come home Dan I can't. It's too hard, I-I just can't." I rubbed the bridge of my nose as I spoke to him.

"Shun, please" I could hear the almost defeated tone he was using, and it cut me deep. I remembered him being a strong person who never gave up, I hated that I was doing this to him.

"Don't Dan please don't you were my best friend for as long as I can remember please don't do this. And as my friend please don't phone me again. I'll come home when and if I'm ready" without another word I hung up.

Letting out an annoyed sigh I dropped my phone onto the floor, "well that could have gone better". Walking over to the double bed I dropped onto it not bothering to close my room's door or pick up my phone. If anything if it was stolen it could be helpful, that way Dan would have no way of being able to phone me.

For a reason I didn't quite understand I felt I couldn't let that happen. Almost jumping from my bed I ran over to grab my phone, slamming the door close I checked over the cheap phone watching it closely making sure nothing had been cracked; or even scratched.

"I'm going insane" I laughed slightly to myself as I tucked it back into my pocket.

Over the next half an hour I became convinced that the drop had damaged the phone making it unusable meaning Dan couldn't call back; I knew it was fine not a scratch had been left on the phone but I had assured myself that I was right and it was broken.

When the phone rang I answered it before the second ring could even begin; as I pressed it to my ear I was certain that it was Dan calling back.

"Wow you seem eager to get a new job what's wrong money running out?" Pulling my phone from my ear I looked at the number on the screen. I should have done that before I had answered it was only an associate of mine who helped get me odd jobs

"Shut up Jack what do you have for me?" I asked as I rested my phone on my shoulder so I could stand up to grab my stuff while he talked.

"These druggies have had some of their clients not pay them; now as you can imagine they can't exactly go to the police to get their money can they? So naturally they call me and I tell them I have just the lad to get them their stuff back and to give the bastards a little bit of a reminder that they have to pay"

"Jack I've told you before I don't do fighting" I grabbed my makeshift cloak as a precaution it was just a bit of cloth but it really helped me to blend into the darkness.

"Oh come on lad you know how much you could be making if you did fights for people. You'd be set" he was trying to convince me but this was a conversation we had had many times in the past.

"I've told you before I don't do fighting I only fight if it's self-defence not for personal gain"

"Don't be like that Shun come on just do it for this one job" his voice had become slightly pleading and it was annoying me slightly.

"No Jack you know I already hate my job but I do it cos I have to, don't try and make me throw any more of my morals out the window. I like you Jack you're a good lad and you've helped me more than I can ever repay you for but don't try to make me throw away what little I have left from my past" he seemed to understand what I was talking about and I heard a dejected sigh from his side of the phone.

"Alright I can try to work something out just do the job and don't worry about the fighting just do the job" thanking him I hung up. At least I didn't have to become a fighter as well.

I really did hate my job it varied a lot but one thing was common in some way or another I would have to steal something. I shook my head, if my mum could see me she would turn in her grave. This job was a little different than others of this type I had had, most of the time when I was wanted to steal something it was an object they didn't own but wanted out of greed.

This time however it was different because it was their possession they wanted back but couldn't go to the police because of the type of product it was. I tried to convince myself that that made it alright but I knew I was kidding myself.

If I was a religious man I would say I would go to hell for what I do but I was doing this to survive and that was all that I thought about. I looked back down at my phone. I had only just hung up but Jack was a fast worker and liked to keep me informed I knew he would call or text back within a few minutes.

While I waited for him to call back I gathered everything I might need for my job. There wasn't much to get as I didn't know where I was going, in other words if it was a flat or a house/bungalow.

What I did grab were my kunai they were very useful even if it was a bungalow, I could use them as a weapon if things went bad or to scale the side of the building if it was a flat. I relied a lot on them when it came to doing jobs mainly because they were very portable and easy to hide. When I was younger and training in ninjitsu I was addicted to my grappling hook, now I only used it a few times if it was necessary.

Once I had set all my kunai in my pocket so they were hidden from anyone I may see, my phone went off. Checking to see who it was I smiled slightly when I saw it was Jack I knew he would call me back but this was a little quicker than I was used to.

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